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Thursday, March 12, 2020

winter poem

winter here I come
Remember that time in winter when you could smell the hot cocoa.
And when you could hear your cat purring as it slept on your bed.
And when you could taste potato bake as your mother was dishing it out. 
And when you felt your warm blanket as you snuggled into bed.
And when you could touch unicorns in your dreams.
that was the winter I remember.

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